Rika Helleaven Novels & Stories

That night, the skies outside became a band of melodies; raging with a thunderstorm that could only be described as an omen. [The next morning Hevenly is seen dressed in a beautiful velvet dress made from Darkness that seemed me manifest as a solid object, a pair of high heels with long black stockings and a slit within the dress barely revealing her upper thigh. She intended to see to it that the seed she planted grew to its full bloom. This plane of Deidra was a very lush and beautiful forest almost untouched by any form of man-made structures.]

Helia drew her sword and gripped it in a combative stance, placed her shield before her, and shouted, "Why don't you come out and we'll see how futile it is?" She could hear the smirk and danger in his voice, "Oh. You're serious then? Think carefully...because if I have to come out there you're not going to like it." She readied herself slamming her sword flat against her shield with defiance, "I am Helia of Tegath and you WILL face me, giant!" "Spirited aren't you? Very well...if you insist." he crooned; his voice edged with darkness. An earth-shaking tremor hit the ground and then three more progressively closer.

He goes down shooting with the stoicism of a true cowboy. Kera’s covered in tar-black Raven blood from chin to breastplate, from talons to the edge of her wings. She starts spinning like a kid’s toy top to keep back the overwhelming horde, snarling like a feral animal in the middle. But when she feels Kharon’s hand grab her hair at Hell’s Helm, she accepts her fate and crams as many Ravens as she can into her mouth, dislocating her jaws to make even more room. She’s stuffing her face like a participant in a cake-eating contest when all at once her eyes bulge, her distended stomach grows pointy and then gets pierced open by an invisible sword. I can hear Spinstra and Kharon laughing maniacall

She had almost forgotten the dangerous, erratic pulse of electricity that had sparked between them in the elevator. ​Almost. ​On the evening of the annual Horizon Gala, the penthouse was dead silent. Vennessa stood in her bedroom, putting the finishing touches on her attire. Since the gala was a high-society black-tie event dedicated to Hayes Enterprises’ philanthropic sectors, she had chosen a striking, floor-length gown of midnight-blue silk. It featured an elegant, asymmetrical neckline and a daring slit up the left leg. Her dark hair was styled in soft, cascading waves over one shoulder, and her father’s heavy silver watch—the only antique she refused to let Evelyn store away—sat promine

That, or I'll be dead. Savannah's sweet smile flashes through my mind. I'm doing something she'd be proud of. It's been a long time. I don't actually believe in heaven or hell but there is a sense within me that in this vast universe there's something more out there. Savannah died but her light never faded. She would have made a great mom. I pull up to the house, cut the engine, and take a deep breath. It's time to save a little girl.

Of all the rituals Rain had led unto, she feels that this one is the easiest. Sitting on the ground, around a long table with the pack elders is Rysher. He was quiet on the edge. He's waiting while blabberings and music filled the air. It was night. The moon is out in full. What lit the entire area are flame torches. In the center are a pile of things that the pack members have committed to offering. Rysher sighed. He shook his head in boredom. As if the deities would care. Or are they even calling to the right deity...I mean the one who really cares? If they really know what's going on with the gods in Valhalla. He thinks.

It was a natural instinct for a woman to love anything beautiful. Even though she was from the nether realm and it was the first time she was seeing such a normal but colorful world, she was able to admire its beauty. It was the same with Helena. Her cultivation level was higher, and she was a Holy Lord of Dark Divine Holy Land. Helena had seen her fair share of books, guides, documents, and video images. She knew how colourful the outside world could be. However, those were just information in books and images, after all. She had not felt much about them.

When she was about leave I called her back " Ridhima don't let your past ruin your happy life . He is not going to haunt you in anyways. About death rituals if you want then you can do it. If there is still some soft corner is there for him then you should do that. Give him peaceful soul " I said and she agreed to me .

That, or I’ll be dead. Savannah’s sweet smile flashes through my mind. I’m doing something she’d be proud of. It’s been a long time. I don’t actually believe in heaven or hell but there is a sense within me that in this vast universe there’s something more out there. Savannah died but her light never faded. She would have made a great mom. I pull up to the house, cut the engine, and take a deep breath. It’s time to save a little girl.

Brimstone and roses scented the air behind her. Hailey froze. Her sword stuttered. Ryan growled. Jaden stood in front of Turtela. I just stared. Because I knew her. I had no idea how. But I did. She smiled. "Peace, little wolves. I come with no war." Hailey's voice was icy. "Who are you?" The woman leaned over. "Lilith. Mother of Hell. I seek my daughter." A stunned moment of silence. "Your daughter?" Hailey repeated.